If there is a heaven

If there is a heaven ,

Beethoven is there.

I wonder,

did he reach the rest

that he faild to find in life?

And with this peace,

will he have composed

more symphonies?

Would schubert,

who was practically a neighbor,

in their hometown,

finally find the courage

to talk to the

older master?

Would they collaborate?

Is heaven filled with newness,

with renewall,

or with an endless nostalgia?

If there is heaven,

Lincoln is there.

does he sit content,

in those hights,

unaware of things in the now?

or does he compose speeches ,

as he did,

with Martin Luther King,

and perhaps Gandhi,

until the time that the truth

rings out again in living ears?

Do the spirits even care,

once their load is dropped,

that we are still bleeding?

If there is a heaven,

Could you possibly meet those

that you never knew?

or are the networks

of aquiantances ,

that so restrict us in life,

still hold us back when we’ve done?

could we walk to a stranger

and shake his hand,

without fear of disgust or contempt?

Finally, lord I ask, if there is heaven,

do we learn what were your thoughts?

how you took and gave and built and flooded?

will we in heaven, know of the plan at last

so that we feel less bereived?